“You were supposed to be here an hour ago!”
Kacey put the phone on speaker so her sister, Kenna, could hear.”We’re almost there, Mom!” Kacey zipped around the corner in the luxury car her parents had just given her.
“Go have a Xanax,” Kenna added.
“Byeeeeeeeeeeeeee,” Kacey yelled as she ended the call, tossing the phone in her Gucci handbag.
“The same crap every Sunday. I’d rather eat glass.”
They rushed inside as their mother emerged from the kitchen carrying two plates, each covered with tiny, broken shards.
“Your purse called me back,” Mom said with a tiny smile.
For Moral Mondays – The prompt this week is Spare the Rod, Spoil the Child.